HOT SEX AT WEDDING

I RECENTLY met a hunk at a wedding who blew me away.

Back at the reception we knocked back loads of champagne, then nipped out the back of the marquee for some hot, steamy sex.

My mate reckons she could hear us groaning and screaming throughout the speeches, but I don’t care.

Eventually, we stumbled back to my hotel room with a bottle of wine for a glorious afternoon of love-making.

We missed the meal, the toasts and the first dance, but it was well worth it. My mystery guy was a  top-notch lover.

After more drinks at the bar, we went back to my room where he demanded sex all night.

The next morning, we were supposed to meet the other guests for a champagne brunch, but we overslept and crept out without saying goodbye.

The guy gave me a lift back to my flat, but pulled up sharp just yards from my front door and told me to get out.

He threw my bag on the pavement and roared away without giving me his phone number.

Now I’m desperate to fi nd him again, but no one will tell me who he really is, and I’m going out of my mind. How do I
find the love of my life?

JANE SAYS: Listen, sweetheart, this man isn’t the love of your life and never will be.

He won’t be a boyfriend, a partner or a “signifi cant other”. I’m sorry to have to break this to you, but he used you.

He unscrupulously picked you up at the wedding and had his wicked way. It was his way of getting through a boring family wedding and I suspect he’s done it time and time again. It’s his thing.

Don’t expect to hear another peep out of him and you won’t be disappointed.

Limit your champagne intake the next time you’re invited to someone’s nuptials – and behave yourself!

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